A man dressed in servant's attire opened the window wide. The morning sunlight streamed in, swallowing the remnants of darkness and sending dust motes dancing in the air like particles of gold.
The bed was a mess, the sheets crumpled and disheveled. On it, a "sleeping princess" lay in a pose far from graceful—legs folded haphazardly, hair covering her face, as if she were just a little girl who had forgotten the world.
"Rise and shine, Sleeping Princess."
A sturdy man stood before the bed with a friendly smile, his red eyes gazing at the half-asleep girl. Her blonde hair was messy and stuck to her face, yet it still reflected the light like golden threads. From between her half-closed eyelids, a faint sapphire blue shimmered—beautiful.
"Please wake up, Marie, it's time for breakfast." Morgan raised his voice slightly.
Instead of waking up, Marie pulled her blanket over herself to shield herself from the sunlight. Morgan sighed and then stripped the blanket away, letting the morning breeze replace the warmth of the fabric.
Marie curled up like an armadillo seeking shelter. The forced sunlight pried her eyes open, until she finally surrendered and got up.
"Finally, you're awake," Morgan said with a slight smile.
Marie looked around her room, astonished by how tidy it was. All her belongings were arranged with impressive neatness. Her books were sorted by color, her stuffed animals by size. Marie was a little surprised.
"Did you do all this?" Marie rubbed her eyes.
Morgan smiled contentedly and said, "Yep, I got bored so I tidied up everything here. I was so bored, you know? I just sat watching you sleep all night because I don't sleep."
"What?" Marie looked at him suspiciously.
"Never mind that. I've prepared breakfast for you, my lady," Morgan said with a friendly smile.
Marie was almost fooled.
At a glance, Morgan seemed like a servant highly dedicated to his master. He appeared to be a good person, speaking politely and smiling readily. In an instant, everyone was drawn to him, laughing with him, and trusting him. His friendly demeanor made everyone less wary and showed him their backs.
Few knew that her servant was actually a grand demon. A dangerous entity that could reduce the entire city to rubble. If anyone found out he was mingling among humans right now, the whole city would surely be plunged into panic.
And she was the one responsible for why he was here. Marie scratched the back of her head, thinking about her crime against humanity.
"Alright..." she said weakly.
But Morgan was now her servant; he couldn't do anything that went against her orders.
Marie got out of bed and headed to the small table with several warm dishes on it. It was a stack of pancakes with honey on top. Beside it was a cake with strawberries on it. They looked incredibly tempting, so warm.
Suddenly, a growl was heard from her stomach.
"It seems you are very hungry. Please, eat." Morgan pulled out a chair.
Marie really wanted to wipe that friendly smile off his face. But she was too hungry for that. Marie sat gracefully in her chair.
"You need to drink milk to strengthen your bones, Miss Marie."
Gracefully, Morgan filled the empty glass with his porcelain jug. He poured it like a servant from a five-star restaurant, and Marie was the VVIP guest. Regardless, Marie was satisfied with Morgan's service. Now she took her fork and put a piece of pancake into her mouth.
Instantly, the world seemed to slow down. The sweetness of the honey seeped in, blending with the warm, soft batter, as if embracing her tongue with a pleasant familiarity. The texture was light yet substantial, with each chew feeling like a soothing whisper to her heart. She closed her eyes, allowing the simple yet profound sensation of satisfaction.
Her taste buds couldn't believe this was made by a grand demon. Immediately, Marie took another bite, and then another.
Seeing Marie so thoroughly enjoying his cooking, Morgan was also happy. He took a sip of the latte he had prepared for himself. Although, as a demon, he didn't need to eat or drink, Morgan still enjoyed the taste of food and drink on his tongue. It was just for fun.
Morgan sipped his coffee while gazing at the city of Eden. The rising sun was like a shining gold coin. It illuminated the settlements with a calming, warm light. No matter how many times he looked at it, the morning sun was always beautiful.
Suddenly, Marie stood up and pushed her chair back. She seemed to have finished her meal; her glass was also empty. Now Marie looked more radiant than before. As the one who cooked her food, Morgan derived his own satisfaction.
Marie walked towards him with fiery eyes, making Morgan wonder what she wanted for her
next meal.
"Morgan, I have a request for you."
"Yes?"
'Strawberry cheesecake? Parfait? Cupcake?'
"I am a utility mage who can only provide enhancements. I've always relied on someone else to fight for me. When I lost my knight, I realized how powerless I am. I'm sick of standing in the back, reciting my bless while my knights fight desperately for me."
"Therefore, please train me to become stronger, Morgan. This is an order."
Morgan couldn't help but be impressed by the determination reflected in her eyes. Marie, though not born a fighter, radiated the resolve of one in her gaze. She was fighting against her nature as a supporter to join the fight. Morgan also couldn't refuse her command because it was an order.
"But now you have me as your knight, and I will not die. If you want your enemies destroyed, just say the word and that enemy will be annihilated. You don't need to fight; let me be the sword that executes your foes."
"No, I want power that is purely my own. So, if one day a very powerful enemy separates us, I won't be helpless again."
Marie fearlessly stared straight into his red eyes. Her resolve was too strong to be broken by words. Morgan surrendered.
"OK, ok... your wish is my command."